“Oh, my God…” The velvety heat of his body swept over me, enveloping me. For the very first time, I felt the heavy and powerful weight of a man’s body on mine. Not any man. Joe. My Joe.

“God, Maggie…,” he groaned against my ear. “I want you more than my life, baby… I want to bury myself inside you…”

I lifted my legs and wrapped them tightly around his hips, and felt his hard, granite shaft pulse against my sex. He moaned again and thrust his hips, and his cock slid hard against my slippery wet opening.

When he started to kiss me, it felt as if the world itself had started to spin… round and round, until I was dizzy and breathless. “I love you, my darling girl…” I heard the words and knew they were his. His voice… his heart… Pulling me toward him, as though from miles away…

“I love you. All my life… with all my soul… I love you…”

His mouth moved against mine, drinking in my breath, my taste… my very self. He touched me as if he could see me with his fingers. He kissed me as if he could taste my soul. It felt like hours, as he took his time… leaving no trace of my skin unadored. What had been desire before had become as unstoppable as a cyclone. We were wrapped together in heat, and passion, and in love. We were inevitable.

He turned, ferocious with need, and took my hips with his hands. “Open for me, baby,” he demanded. And I did... Spreading my thighs wide and shaking with the first hot touch of his mouth on me.

“Delicious… fucking… girl…,” he said, deep into my aching core. The words vibrated against my flesh, and I shuddered and bucked. “I’m going to make you come in my mouth, and I’m going feel when it happens.” He pushed two fingers deep inside me and brilliant colors flashed behind my eyes. “Lay back… let me give you this…”

“Not… without… you.” I could barely manage the words. He was relentless, pushing me higher, demanding my response. I reached out for him and took his throbbing cock in my hands. “Let me…,” I ordered breathlessly.

He shifted us both without effort. Then I was on my back, knees up and spread wide, as he never let me go. My head fell back gently over the edge of the bed, as he stood on the floor and leaned over me.

Legs braced and spread wide, his rampant cock swayed...hovering just above my lips. His balls were huge and heavy, but tight against his body. He never stopped using his hands and his mouth on me. But now he was offering himself.

I took him in both hands and slipped him into my mouth. His huge cock was shockingly heavy and already slick. The white hot current shot through us both and my clit hardened on his tongue. His hips jerked with the need to drive deeper, but he held himself back, letting me rock my mouth along his length. I had control of my movements… I could take as much or as little of him as I wanted. I already knew his shape and his taste. What I needed was to know what shook him to the core… Greed and desire made me reckless as I swallowed up his every hard inch.

My hands roamed over his back and his hard, tight buttocks. I felt him back away, ever so slightly, and knew he was afraid I couldn’t take it all. I gripped him harder and swallowed him deeper. The fuck, you’re getting away, I thought mercilessly.

We drove each other on… pushing and demanding. I relented only when he did, knowing he was prolonging the pleasure as long as he could. I followed his lead, trusting him, both of us desperate for climax, but not wanting this feeling to ever end…

For a fast second he took his mouth away. “I’m going to come, Maggie… I can’t… I don’t want to…”

His breath was hot on my wet, swollen pussy. I knew he was giving me the chance to let go…

I answered by taking his balls in my hands, guiding him deeper and squeezing my lips and cheeks tight. He dropped his chest onto my belly and pushed both his fingers and his cock into me. The moment I felt the head of his cock swell, I was lost. The taste of his orgasm made me climax like I’d never done before. Together we rocked into each other, against each other… pushing and pulling in the struggle of exquisite pleasure. We writhed together until there was no more left in us.

Spent, we collapsed alongside each other, slick with sweat and heavy with the musk of passion. He eased his heaving chest beside me and cupped one damp breast in the curve of his palm. He kissed the swollen bud of my nipple as we both drifted off…

lulled by exhausted fulfillment, and the thunder in the distance…